Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Slave,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.